Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 00:49:20 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: School Bully
SCHOOL BULLY
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
[This professional work of mine was previously published in "In Touch"
magazine in 1994.]
"Hey, Ellie!" came the dreaded shout as I walked home from high school
a few weeks before the end of my senior year.
The voice belonged to the school bully, Tom Baxter. What the hell was
HE doing on this side of town? Skinny little me had been his favorite
target since fourth grade. When younger, it had been sheer sadism, punching
me without warning, taking or smashing my things, dumping my lunch tray
over my head, that sort of thing.
Now he was older, he had moved to more elaborate pranks, like the time
he hid my jock strap before a basketball game, then yanked down my
basketball shorts during the game, exposing me to the entire congregated
township.
"Hey, Ellie!" Tom called again, now right behind me.
"What do you want, Tom?" I sighed.
"Hey, can't two schoolmates walk together? What's your problem,
Ellie?" My name is Elliot, but Tom never called me anything but Ellie.
"No problem." I said, while being careful to stay out of arm's
reach. "Why are you going this way?"
"Aw, my old man's decided to shack up with this dumb broad he's been
balling for a while." Tom said. "I'm supposed to meet her after school.
It's this way."
"Oh." Tom would be walking my way after school every day? I looked at
him carefully.
Tom was a big dude, with a body more massive than muscular. Not that
he didn't have muscle. His arms were thick shafts that bulged and rippled
with the slightest movement of his broad shoulders. His legs were tree
trunks, his thighs nearly rubbed together they were so large. His chest was
enormous; it seemed to force his arms away from his body, and from there he
narrowed so slowly until you got to his groin, the narrowest part of his
body. His skin seemed strained to hold in this huge body of his. His neck
was a thick joining that seemed as large as his head, which was as wide as
it was tall, but there was nothing square about it, all round and somehow
not in the least soft-looking. He topped it with blonde hair that he kept
cut in a military flat-top, which made him seem fiercer than ever. That
face and body had jumped on me many times in my dreams. Those immense arms
would fasten upon me and I would wake up sweating.
"Yeah, he's been seeing this woman for some months. Now she's talking
marriage, but he says he won't do it until they get to know each other
better, and see if she's going to be a good mother for me. You know, guff
like that. So she's agreed to shack up for the summer and they'll marry in
the fall." Tom began to snicker. "Gives my old man time to come up with a
good reason not to marry her." And Tom laughed a hard laugh.
"Well," I saw with relief I was home, "I wish you and your new family
a lot of luck, Tom." I said. "This is my house. Where are you going?"
Tom looked up at the house, and a dumbfounded look came over his
face. He yanked a note from his shirt pocket, and looked at it, at me.
"What is it?" I asked. "What's the address?"
"1224 Houston Street."
"You don't mean...?"
"Yep!" Tom gave me a nasty grin. "We're going to be sharing the same
house. You, me, my old man, and your old lady."
"Oh, my God!" I whispered hoarsely.
"Hello, darling!" Mom called from the front door. "Come on in, son. I
have someone I want you to meet!"
I took the front stairs as if they were steps up an executioner's
block. Tom was right by my side. "This promises to be loads of laughs,
Ellie!" he chortled.
Tom's father, Jim, was a bigger, meaner version of Tom if that were
possible. Dinner was an uncomfortable nightmare, food hitting my stomach in
squarish-feeling lumps, indigestible.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm going to bed, Mom." I
said. "I going fishing tomorrow morning."
"All right, son. Won't you show Tom where your bedroom is?"
"Why?" I asked suspiciously.
"Son, he's going to be sharing your room with you." Mom said gently,
near-pleading. "You don't mind, do you? That bed of yours is plenty big
enough for two."
What can you say to that? "Okay, Mom, no problem."
"Come on, Elliot." Tom said, getting to his big feet. "Let's hit the
sack. I'm sleepy, too."
I goggled; he had called me Elliot for the first time since I'd known
him. Clutching this tiny straw of friendliness, I led him into my bedroom,
my inner sanctum.
Tom looked around when we got there. "Nice room, Ellie."
"Don't call me that." I groaned.
"What's that?" His grin ruined his surprised look.
"Tom, it's bad enough that you and I are going to have to share this
house, this room and this bed. Could you at least TRY to get along with
me?"
Tom smirked. "And what's wrong with the way we've been getting along,
Ellie? Where's the can?"
"In there." I sighed.
Tom went in, and I sat on the edge of my bed, disconsolate. Tom's
pranks at school were hard enough to take. But what he could do to me
now...?
I shook my head when I heard the toilet flush, and the sounds of
brushing and running water. I shucked my clothes, and was down to my briefs
when a square of yellow lit the floor, broken by a sharp black
silhouette. I looked up, to see Tom standing there stark naked.
This was the body I'd glimpsed in the showers that haunted my
dreams. No hair adorned his body save for a light dusting on his thick
chest between his brown-oval nipples, on his forearms and legs. His skin
was a burnished bronze above the waist, a pale triangle at his groin, and a
golden tan on his legs. His pubic hair was as blonde as his head and in
this pale nest, his cock dangled pinkish-brown, covered with the heavy
folds of his uncut foreskin.
"Don't you even wear your briefs in bed?" I asked.
Tom guffawed. "Naw! Besides, you've seen me in the showers often
enough. Wish you had a body like this, don'cha?" He struck a body-builder's
pose.
I didn't respond, just said, "Move over. I need the bathroom." I
didn't want him to see the bulge in my shorts.
While getting ready for bed, scenes of the nights to come played in my
mind. Me and Tom in bed together. Me tossing in pretended sleep and my hand
coming in for a landing on that big cock of his. What does a cock that big
feel like? What is it like to have a thick, long schlong pulsating in my
palm? To play with it, get it all hard and warm in my hand, feel the
pulsating pud twitch as Tom groaned in his sleep with pleasure and need....
Damn, I was getting horny! I shifted it in my shorts, and went out to
join my new bedmate. No sleeping raw tonight!
Tom hadn't even bothered getting under the covers. He was lying there,
with a big grin and a raging hard-on! The foreskin was cut somewhat; it
just came to the glans, giving his eight- inch cock a sculptured, smooth
look.
"Come on over here and listen to this!" he chuckled at me.
I crawled into bed, wondering what he meant. Mom's bedroom was behind
the wall next to my bed.
"Ooh, Jim!" Mom groaned. "It's so big! Oh, God, Jim, oh, I love it,
oh!" Jim was making thick, grunting, animal sounds.
Tom snickered. "Sounds like we have front row seats, Ellie."
"You're sick, man." I snorted.
Tom's eyes were locked at my crotch, my little four-incher tenting out
my briefs. "You're enjoying the show, too."
"Oh, go to sleep."
I turned onto my side, away from him. I couldn't help but listen to my
mother being regally fucked in the next room. How long would they keep this
up, anyway? Jim's long cock sliding in and out in a moist suckling sound I
could hear. A tiny, moist, sucking sound and a slight shuddering in my bed.
Tom? I turned over and gaped. Tom was lying there, beating his meat! Our
eyes locked as I looked up to his face.
I swallowed hard, managed to give out an annoyed groan, "Aw, man,
can't you take that into the bathroom or something?" My eyes wandered back
down his body past his flailing hand onto his thick cock, and my tongue
licked my lips nervously.
"Why? The bed's more comfortable." Tom didn't even slow down; in fact,
I think he speeded up now that I was watching him. His hand was a blur as
he flogged his monster schlong, the cockhead glistening and slopping with
precome. His cock was oozing a clear line of fluid down over his fingers,
making the squishy sound I had heard.
I licked my lips again, realized what I was doing, looked at his face.
He was still looking right at me; his eyes bored into mine. "You want some
of this, Ellie?" He panted.
"Aw, you're sick, man." I choked out a sneer.
"Then why are you throwing a boner again?" He asked.
I hastily, turned away from him, balled up into a fetal position, my
gut churning with fire.
I felt Tom shift, and then he was pushing his big body up against
mine, his uppermost hand and arm went around me while its mate snaked in
from over my head to ensnare me, his sticky boner jabbing at my buttocks.
"What are you doing?" I gasped, startled and scared.
"Lay still, Ellie." He panted, hunched at my butt with his
slime-covered cock, rubbing against me. "This won't hurt you one bit," he
slavered. "Hell, you might even dig it."
What could I do? I lay still as ordered while he ground against me
like a rutting dog, his hard cock rubbing against my thin buttocks,
frictioning itself between them as he hunched and fucked at me, like a
thick velvet-covered salami sliding between my ass cheeks. At least, it
shouldn't take him very long.
Then he rolled on top of me, taking me with him, until he was on top
of me, straddling my buttocks, his massive rod sliding back and forth over
my cotton-covered buns. He locked one elbow under my chin, holding my head
all the way back in a painful hold, while his breaths were a roar in one
ear, a "huh-huh-huh- huh" sound, each syllable with a thrust that slid his
cock back and forth over my asscrack.
His rutting hunches of his powerful thighs were moving my body,
wiggling my cock back and forth between me and the mattress. I felt my cock
tingle with building sexual excitement, my face flushed, my own breath
matched Tom grunt for grunt.
"Huh, huh, huh, HUHNK-U-U-UH!" came an emphatic groan that dopplered
into choking sounds and I felt my ass and the small of my back suddenly
hot, slimy wet with his jism as he ground at me with a fierce
intensity. Done, he collapsed on me, a sweating, sweltering weight that
pinioned me, crushed my breath and life absolutely flat. I felt the jism
sticking us together, his sweat pooling along my spine and dripping off his
face onto the nape of my neck and ear; I was surrounded by the odor of
come, sweat and the musk of horny male rut.
He rolled off of me when he was good and ready. "Whoof!" he gasped.
"Ellie, this may not be so bad, after all."
I wiped the come and sweat off my back with the covers, pulled off my
briefs and threw them, a soggy mass, to the floor.
Tom looked over to see me glaring at him. "What is it?"
"You bastard." I said, not knowing if I was going to cry or try to
kill him with my feeble, bare hands. Or kiss him, for that matter.
Tom sneered, and his hand came up to touch my cheek possessively, a
touch that evaporated the confused emotion like so much morning
dew. "What's the matter, Ellie? Didn't you get off?"
"No, I didn't." I admitted.
"Oh." Tom reached down for my groin. "Well, let's take care of that
right now."
His hairy hand horned with callouses wrapped itself around my dick
with a jolt like an electric shock. "Lay back, and enjoy it, Ellie." Tom
said as his hand mauled my tiny manhood.
I felt out of control of my own body. Powerless, I meekly did as he
said, laid back while he sat up and pounded my pud severely.
His touch was so harsh, the grip so tight, the motions so strong. Tom
was used to flogging his own monster, not my miniscule organ. He
overextended each stroke, causing pain to intermix with pleasure until I
couldn't separate them. Hurt blended with pleasure all the way to climax,
when I jerk-spurted a powerful load that flew wildly into the air. It was
utter heaven, absolute hell, the strangest orgasm I'd ever had.
"Agh, jeez, Ellie, watch it with that stuff!" Tom groaned as wads hit
him on his shoulder, flogging arm, one inner thigh. But he didn't stop
until he was manipulating a sloggy-sounding pile of mush in his palm that
used to be my hard cock.
"There, now, you feel better?" Tom impudently wiped his hand off on my
stomach.
I looked into his scornful face, and so help me, I couldn't manage to
be angry. "Yeah, Tom, I feel better." I conceded.
"That's good." Tom yawned mightily. "Now go to sleep, you dumb little
prick."
He shucked the covers up over us, rolled onto his back, and soon was
"sawing logs" with loud, shuddering rasps. I dared to snuggle under his arm
to lie with my shoulder nestled in his hairy sweat-soaked armpit, rested my
head on his big bicep and, finding a strange comfort within my tormentor's
embrace, went to sleep.
I awoke to Tom shaking my shoulder. I looked up and said, "Whazzuh?" I
don't wake up easily in the morning.
"Are you awake?" he asked me. He was still naked, standing by the bed.
"I am now." I mumbled, yawned widely.
"Good." He made a long leg that arced over my chest and followed it
with the rest of him, seated his buttocks on my chest. "Suck my dick." He
then shoved his schlong at my mouth.
My mouth was still open with the yawn, and he shoved it in. "Glmph!" I
protested. I had never sucked a cock before, and had no idea how!
"Ah, shut up and suck it!" His thick, rough hands interlocked behind
my head and he started rocking on my chest, sliding that prick of his in
and out of my mouth, and I knew I was about to learn to suck cock the hard
way. He sent it in me so damned deep, fucking my face mercilessly.
As I learned how to handle his monster cock, I found I was getting off
on the whole experience. My cock got harder and harder by the moment. Tom
noticed, I guess, for he let go of my head and reached back with one hand
and pounded my cock.
The way he bent caused the early morning sun to highlight his every
muscle with an arc of golden sheen. Tom was not body- builder perfect, but
in that pose in this light, with his warm schlong buried in my mouth, he
was the most desirable guy I'd ever seen. I redoubled my efforts, sending
his thick cock in and out of my mouth at a furious rate and he reciprocated
by mauling my pud brutally.
I hit orgasm without warning, managed only a few choked groans before
I hit him in his back with my explosion, thick splats and he jerked in
disgust as they landed on him.
"Damn it, Ellie, you soaked me again!" he snarled. "I told you not to
do that. Two can play that fucking game, you little cocksucker!" And he
snatched his cock from my mouth, gave it a fervent pounding, and as his
face contorted with climax, he aimed his cock at my face.
A thick layer of gooey jism burst out of the narrow slit, slathered my
entire face, blinding me, plugging my nostrils, dripping down my temples
and dribbling into my ears. I couldn't see, and all I could hear was his
animal grunts of lust as he pumped his wad onto me.
I squeezed my eyes tight, opened them, could see again. He was
panting, his chest pulsating with each ragged breath, and his face looked
so soft and vulnerable, his lips parted, eyes half- closed.
He gulped hard and rocked his head back, then looked down at me and
now there was nothing soft about him at all. "That will teach you to spurt
your puny juice on me, you little shithead." he growled, wiping his cock
off on my chest.
I licked my lips free of his sperm, a salty, slimy taste. "I'm sorry,
Tom." I said contritely. "I won't do that to you next time."
"Next time? So the little fuckface likes the taste of man- dick, does
he?" Tom leered at me contemptuously.
I didn't know how to answer that, settled for a mute nod.
"Say it." he snarled down at me.
"I like sucking your dick, Tom. I like it a lot." I gasped.
"I thought so." Tom rested both hands on my ribs, put all his weight
on me as he clambered off me and onto the floor. "Well, don't worry,
Ellie. Long as I live here, you're going to get plenty of it. From now on,"
he hefted his cock, flaccid but still large and enraged, "you take care of
this whenever I want you to. You got that?"
"I got it."
"Good. Now get dressed. You and me are going fishing. Wipe the jism
off your face before you step in the kitchen."
Tom threw my underwear from the night before onto my face, picked up
his jeans from the floor, and stepped into them without bothering with
underwear. I used my briefs to clean my face; with difficulty, they seemed
to be saturated with old and new come. Done, I stood up and took them
toward the clothes hamper.
Tom stopped me. "No. You wear them today. Marks you as my property in
case some other dog starts sniffing around you." he stated flatly while he
pulled on an orange tanktop.
He turned while tucking it in and I saw from the way it stuck to him
in dark pools that he hadn't wiped my come off his back. I may be "marked",
but Tom bore my own spoor as well. I smiled as I donned the sticky
underwear. No one need know but him and me.
I thought of something. "Tom?"
"What is it?" He looked up from lacing up his sneakers.
"I was just wondering...."
"Wondering what? Spit it out."
"I was wondering when you were planning on fucking me."
Tom grinned crookedly. "Looking forward to it?"
I wasn't sure. "Maybe."
"Well." Tom considered it. "We'll have to have some privacy for the
first few times. Can't have you yowling like an alley cat with your mom and
my dad in the next room." He looked down at me. "That's why I didn't fuck
you last night, you know."
"Oh." I said.
Tom changed the subject. "Where's your fishing hole?"
"About two miles out of town." I said. "You'll like it. Nice and
quiet. Secluded."
"Private, huh?" Tom grinned a wicked grin at me.
"Yeah." I couldn't help but grin back. "Real private." All of a
sudden, I couldn't wait to go fishing.
THE END
Comments, complaints or suggestions?
E-Mail me at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM